She had not a bit of strength to keep her spirits up.

Daisy felt weak.

And what was the matter?
Only--that she had, against her mother's pleasure, repeated her acknowledgment of the hand that had given her all good things.

How many good things that day! And was she not to make such acknowledgment any more?
Ought she to please her mother in this?
Had she really done wrong?
Daisy could not tell; she thought not; she could not wish she had not done what she did; but at the same time it was very miserable to have Mrs.Randolph at odds with her on such a point as this.
Daisy shed some tears about it; yet not a great many, and without the least bitterness in them.

But she felt faint and tired and disappointed.
Here, however, at her own room window, and alone, there was no bar to thanksgivings; and Daisy had them in her heart, as well as prayers for the people who had them not.